Jump, Didi!: A Collection of Short Stories set in India
Sharath Komarraju
Language: English
Pages: 61
ISBN: B00XW7Z3KK
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
- Why would you want your sister to jump off a height?
- What would you do if you walked into a music shop and met a slightly aged version of yourself?
- How happy would you be in a marriage arranged for you by a machine?
- What if books were nothing more than diabolical instruments out to capture your soul?
- How just is justice, really?
These are some of the questions you will find answers to when you open this book. As you turn the pages, the people in them will leap out. They will sit by you, they will smile at you, they will drink the words with you.
Written in simple, evocative style, this collection of stories will give you a rich, immersive experience, one that every reader craves.
friends can. But I can’t tell her all that, can I? Things like that ought to be understood. I don’t want to sound selfish. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a life without Aanchal. Whenever she leaves me alone for her other friends, I just go to the library. Or watch TV. Or paint something. Aai always said life is all about being satisfied with what you have. Thirteen…Fourteen…Fifteen… I am lucky in a way. When I was in school I heard stories of girls being harassed in college. Teased;
feels like I am eating my own vomit when I see her with a boy. All that flirting and touching and laughing – ugh! But I can’t let her see it, can I? That would be selfish. She was ragged by a group of seniors on her first day of college. All of them were boys. But in a week she had become friends with them. How can you be friends with people who have stolen your self-respect? How can you laugh around with the very people who have made a laughing stock of you? How can you be so devoid of dignity?
wondered why I don’t like fame?' 'You are a private man,' I said. 'Yes,' he said. 'But why am I such a private man? I am rich. I have everything in the world. I have not done anything wrong. Why am I running away from fame? Why am I running away from being visible?' I looked away from him at the smog covered streets of the city. Orange smudges peered out from beyond the smoky screens. 'I feel like a runaway sometimes,' he said. 'I feel like someone is chasing me and I have to hide from him.'
yours – I will call it OH2 for now – is simply magical. All forms of life on the planet need it to survive. Imagine a virtual impossibility on our world sustaining life on another. But that’s not all. There are different types of life on this planet. Does that make sense to you? No, it didn’t to me either. There is some driving force behind the creation of life on this planet – it seems to have started off with very simple organisms which grew steadily more and more complex. What is driving that
have not heard anything, sir.' 'You seem to have copied some music records off the library. Did you?' 'Yes, sir, I did.' Gautam leant back, folded his hands, and crossed his legs. 'What need did you have for music, Manav?' 'I listen to it, sir.' 'Indeed. Does it help you with your research?' 'No, sir.' 'Does it help you with your other duties at the Centre?' 'No, sir.' 'Then why do you listen to music?' 'It – pleases me, sir.' Gautam’s face tightened. He had always wondered why it was